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Comparisons are inappropriate. Is a unique feeling when you're at sea and from the Balkan Peninsula.
I have was just introduced to this poet yesterday. He is no doubt on par with Eliot, Pound, Stevens, and Hart Crane.
It trembled so, the wind set it sailingit trembled so, how could it not yield to the windfar beyondthe seafar beyondan island in the sunand hand gripping oarsdying the last stroke at the sighting of porttired eyes closing